Mizuki: I'm baaaaaaack.
Logan: That sounded like it needed to be in a horror movie.
Rouge: Let's get on with this.
Wittny: Yeah, I want to see what happens.
Mizuki: Alright, alright. Impatient people. I'll get on with it as soon as one of you does the disclaimer.
Rouge: I did the R&R last time.
Wittny: I did the disclaimer.
Logan: I hate you both.
Everyone: JUST DO IT.
Logan: -.- Fine. Mizuki Hamihachi does not own X-men, Twilight, or any characters from either story-line.
Mizuki: I tried bribing the real owners, but they wouldn't budge.

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Wittny's POV

I t was midnight when I heard the chopper. It was still a far ways away, but it was headed for the school. I jumped out of the bed and ran to Rouge's. "Rouge," I said, shaking her roughly, "Rouge wake up." When she still refused to respond, I coughed into my hand so that I could mask my voice. "Yo," I said in Logan's gruff voice, "Kid, wake up." Her eyes were opened in seconds, and she looked around her to see where he was.
"You," she practically growled at me, once she realized what I'd done, "Are a sick and twisted child. You know that, don't you?" we laughed at her joke, then she asked, "Why'd you wake me up a dark-thirty in the morning?"
"Someone's coming to the school, via government chopper," I answered, suddenly becoming serious. "Most of them are reeking of blood lust. They don't like the idea that we're alive, and I don't like them. I can't tell if they're here to kill us or capture us; they aren't thinking about it."
Suddenly the alarm went off, signaling that someone was coming. All the kids were in the main room within five minutes. "Everyone," Professor said from his wheel-chair, "We have a problem. People are coming to take us away, and we need to find a way to stop them without them knowing that we are mutants. I've tried all I can do, but there are too many."
Everyone automatically looked at me. I was the strategically advanced one. "Well," I said, not wanting to end up getting anyone killed. "Logan and I can stall them as the X-men, while everyone else escapes to a different location. I suggest we meet at the Smithsonian. From there, we can run to a different place. There aren't many of us, due to the fact that it's summer vacation, so we can go to a place I know. I can, almost, guarantee that it'll be empty. That good enough for everyone?" All the kids nodded their heads in agreement. "Good. Now go and pack all of your things. Make it look like you left when the others did. Leave no traces of yourselves behind. Make sure to leave a watch or something like that, so it doesn't look like we cleared out in a panic."
As soon as I was finished, the students ran to their rooms. I counted how many of us there were. There were 10 kids, the professor, and 8 X-Men. As I geared up into my red X-men suit, I went over the blue-prints of their house that had been stored into my mind, even after all these years. Yes, we would have enough room for everyone.
"Wittny," I heard as I finished zipping up my suit. I turned around, knowing that it was either the professor or Logan 'cause everyone else either calls me Mrs. Wildcat, or just Wildcat. I was right. Standing, or sitting if you want to be literal, in my door way, was the professor. His worried look tipped me off that he knew where I intended leading the kids, despite my ability to block my mind from all such attempts. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, giving me a choice, "Your body may heal at the fastest rate in the world, but the same cannot be said for your heart."
I nodded my head, unable to trust my voice not to crack under the thought of seeing that place again. He knew me well enough to take my silence as an, "I don't know," despite my nod. He then read my expression carefully, trying to find the lie that was hidden behind my stone face. When he was about to offer a better location, Logan showed up. "Sis," he said to me, eyeing the stone cold expression on my face, "You ready to move?"
Why was everyone giving me a choice! Why couldn't someone just give me an order for once! If this was what the president had to go through every day of his work-time, I was going to have to send him a basket full of candies.
I still didn't trust my voice not to shake, which he would mistake for fear and make me stay behind, so I just nodded. The professor looked at me and thought, You don't need to do this. I wanted him to be right, but he wasn't. I had to expel the last bit of Bella that was in me. Don't get me wrong; I didn't hate her or anything, but, if I continued to allow her to live on in me, I wouldn't be able to fight the way I once did. Logan could tell that my fighting skills had diminished in the time that I had been gone, though he said nothing to the others for fear that I would break his arm constantly for the next two weeks. We may heal fast, but we still feel pain. If anyone knew that, it was me.

As Logan ran on the ground at a fast pace, like a wolf, and I jumped from branch to branch at an equally fast pace, like a cat/ninja, the thoughts of the intruders became clearer. Stupid mutants, making me leave home . . . We just need one to attack and we get the green light to kill . . . If those two are there and don't cooperate, I'll rip the Adimantium from their bones myself. The last thought was surprising. I focused on his personal thoughts for mere moments, seeing that he was the leader of this little band. "Logan," I yelled, knowing that they couldn't hear us, "There's about twenty of them, and the leader knows us, seems like he played a crucial part in the whole claws thing."
I heard a low growl come from him as we approached the chopper. I jumped down from the nearest branch, to land next to my brother and in the clearing, just as they, too, landed their chopper. I moved closer to him as, exactly, twenty men marched out of the chopper S.W.A.T Team style. There were ten on the left and ten on the right of the door. Then, out came a man.
I felt a strange furry as I looked at him. I had an urge to run over there and slit his throat, but I held myself back. I didn't need to tell Logan that he was the one I was talking about in the forest, The Man said, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Logan and Wittny. Oh, I'm sorry, Wolverine and Wildcat. My mistake." A growl formed in my chest and be came more pronounced in the silence that they had caused in my forest.
One man lifted his gun, as if to shoot us, when the leader put his hand up. "I wouldn't do that," he warned, "There wouldn't be any result other than irritating and provoking them. Logan would just heal, Wittny would stop it before it was even half-way there, or one of them would kill you before you even had the chance to finish pulling the trigger." The man, a horrified look now replacing his nonchalant one, lowered his gun quickly.
I knew that the kids were going to need more time than it would take us to fight them. There were too many and we would have to run at some point. I didn't want to start the fight too early, so I thought it would be best to let him rant and stall. I picked at his mind bit by bit, searching for any clues about us, when he broke my concentration. "There's no point Wittny," he said, looking me in the eye for the first time that night, "You won't find anything there about you all. That chip in your head will make you merely skim over it."
He thought that he had discouraged me, but he'd slipped up. "You," I growled, losing my temper, "Put a chip IN MY HEAD! WHAT KIND OF SICK FREAK ARE YOU! YOU (insert unlady-like and rude word here and here)!" To say he was surprised would be an insult to the expression on his face. I'm sure he was mentally hitting himself in the head several times over for being such an idiot.
"Who are you?" Logan asked, speaking for the first time, in an even tone I might add.
The man faked being shocked for a minute, before saying, "Logan. Don't tell me you don't remember me. Oh, wait," he said, chuckling, "I shot you both in the head! HOW COULD YOU REMEMBER ANYTHING? LET ALONE THE FACT THAT I AM BENSON!" His laughter was more pronounced now, as if he were laughing at some inside joke that we were supposed to be in on. "Those bullets really did work on you two." He said as if he'd made a new discovery that would get him the Noble Prize. What it was going to get him, however, was a broken nose if he didn't shut it.
"What the hell are you talking about," I said, not bothering with formalities. I was tired, I was sleepy, and I wanted nothing better than to sit on the window-seat in the room the Rouge and I shared and to doze off. If I didn't get some coffee in me before we left, I was going to be one very cranky mutant. "I swear," I went on, "If you don't start talking, I'll kill you."
"Well," he said smiling once again at the thought of me trying to kill him, as if I couldn't, "That wouldn't stop these guys from attacking that school of your's, now would it." I knew it, they were after the school. "And don't try telling me anything different. I know that there's a jet underneath the basket-ball court, I know that there are tons of mutants there, and I know that, on top of being a boarding school, it acts as an orphanage to mutants who can't go home to Mommy and Daddy because there freaks. I have all the information that you've ever feared me getting my hands on."
My eyes widened, there was no way we were going to be able to cover all that up. I looked into his mind and saw that he knew nothing of the X-Men and calmed down some. I sent the message to Logan so he wouldn't do anything rash. "You won't get anywhere near those kids," I said. If there was one thing that being part cat did to me, it was make me have motherly feelings towards anything over one year younger than I was, and, as far as we can tell, everyone there is. "I'll rip your lungs out of your chest and stuff them down your throat if you even get close. They came to us seeking refuge, and that's exactly what they're going to get: Refuge from experiment-doing, inhuman, Dr. Frankenstein wanna-be's like you."
At that, I decided that the kids were, probably, getting into the bus that we used for school activities., and I charged at them. I felt Logan behind me in a second. We fought a good fight, knocked a few out, broke some serious bones, and, most-likely, made it to where some of them won't be able to reproduce for a couple of years. We left when they started shooting bullets. We were quick healers, not masochists, and bullets, I knew from experience, hurt.
I searched the school for any signs of life. When I picked up none, I told Logan, telepathically for fear that they freaks with guns would hear, Everyone's gone from the school, headed to the Smithsonian. From the damage that we did to those guys, I'd guess that we've got half an hour to get there, change, pack, and get out. After that, we can use the bikes. He nodded, showing me that my message was heard.
We spent, exactly, three and a half minutes getting to the school. I spent two and a half minutes getting into a pair of blue-jeans and a V-neck, white shirt with flowy sleeves that covered my hands. It took fifteen minutes to pack all of my stuff and clothes into my duffle bag and purposefully drop my oldest watch on the ground as if I were a normal student who had packed without thinking. Five minutes after that, Logan and I were out of the mansion with four minutes, maybe five, to spare.

We rode in silence, both our minds going a million miles a minute. I was too tired from spending so much time reading Benson's mind to even consider reading his, and he wasn't about to open up, so I was left alone to my thoughts. As I rode down, I realized that it would be a long way to the Smithsonian, and I wouldn't be able to take silence that long, so I put in my head phones and started playing "Sweet Dreams." By the Eurhythmics (A.N. I don't own this either, I'm just listening to it as I write this.) The reason why I liked it so much was because it was the same some-odd verses over and over again. Easy to remember.
We, eventually, came to the meeting place, only to be greeted with worried faces. The younger children looked at me, and I tacked their names and powers off in my head. I had known them all so well because only a few kids are forced out of their homes and have to stay at the school.

Brian was the actual name of the boy who was responsible for the antidote. He had grown his brown hair back and had even gotten a bit of a tan. Kelly was a small girl who could see the future. Her pixie-cut, black hair reminded me of Alice, and her brown eyes and innocent face made many people trust her. Kaitlin and Natillie were a pair of blonde twins with blue eyes. Kaitlin could read people's minds, and Natillie could move things with her mind. They were a terrible twosome when it came to card games. Tommy was a tall boy who was very fidgety. What ever he wrote came to life. The professor and I discovered that they were merely illusions, but they were so real that your body would consider them real and react as if the were. He could do them without writing, but they weren't as detailed. We found that he put so much description into his writings, that he could easily visualize it as real. He had red hair and brown eyes.
Zach was a tall boy with blonde hair and hazel eyes. He could astral-project himself anywhere he wanted to be, at the expense of his first body being conscious. Soon, however, he will be able to do so and they will both be able to fight. Cameron was a tall girl with long, brown hair and hazel eyes. She could teleport, just like Kurt, only she looked normal. Brock was a tall boy with brown hair and eyes. When he wanted to, his entire body became like steel, shiny and all. Jean and Jack were another set of twins. They had long, blonde hair, brown eyes, and they both had wings.
As I tacked off their names and powers in my head, Logan explained to them what was going on. I knew that professor was going through his head and seeing what the man had said. "So," the professor said after Logan had finished and the kids were clinging to me. "We must run. We won't be able to return to the school for a good time. I know where Wildcat has in mind, and it would be perfect."
Everyone looked to me, wanting to know where we were going, and I could barely say the name without crying, "An abandoned house in Forks, Washington."

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Mizuki: Done!
Logan: I've gotta say, this looks good
Wittny: You really were calm when you wrote this
Mizuki: Usually I'm mad or board when I write, so I'm not as good.
Rouge: You should write like this more often. People get hurt less when you do.
Mizuki: I don't think the soldiers would agree with you on that one, but you're right.
Soldiers: WHAT?!
Mizuki: (hits them all in the head with a huge wooden fan) SHUT UP!
Everyone: R&R
Mizuki: I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter, so let's aim for five this time.